so stale the smell
of your skin near me
so soft the idea
of being a million miles away
so innocent the idea of me crying in my sleep
so innocent the idea of me screaming in my lifeless awakening
your cautious touches were not helpfull
the keeping away
the time progressed and i was not a soul
just a warm compressed body
just moments from my own ill fated
decomposition
you touched as i let it all fly by
you demanded as i let myself die
so stale the idea of your gross hands upon my skin
so sick the feeling that this would never end
so dull the touches
enough to kill me slowly
i was already dead
the strangeling the moments with no breath
running out of time alone with you for the last
driving in your car i wish i would have jumped
unlocked the door and killed the pain
inside and calmed yet still full of rage
i pushed the feelings undone
climbed within the shoes of those i lived
wishing i would have ended it sooner
wishing it could die
so sad the idea of everlasting nightmares